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"Moments of grace occur when a crack opens in our taken for granted world, and for a tiny moment we experience a different world that is nevertheless the same world. It is a world that is not fixed in form, but forever changing: no longer divided into separate things, but one dancing whole."
Sunday evening's theater came from human made fireworks; today's and tomorrow's theater will come from nature's fireworks. As for right now (and the last several days—seems like weeks)—Anticipation: waiting, waiting, waiting . . .
The perpetual ideal is astonishment.
The cool green lawn, the quiet trees, the forest
on the hill there, then, the white gasp of an egret sent
sailing into the frame then teetering to rest.